I slept in the new place for the first time and had a dream I got plastic surgery, a la Extreme Makeover. I don't remember the surgery very well, but afterward, I had puffy scars carved on each side of my face. I understood this was done to accentuate my cheekbones. I had conferred with friends that I should not have any part of my eyes done because it would be a betrayal of race and identity. A friend chimed in that she just didn't want anything sharp to go near her eyes.
What does it mean? Of course, I don't know. It does remind me of a thought I've been having a lot lately, that when Steve and I marry, I'll probably hyphenate because I would feel weird carrying a white woman's name around.
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